In the quiet corners of a crowded room,
Silent whispers echo louder than a scream,
A subtle dance to an unchosen tune,
Where individuality drowns in the stream.

Eyes that watch, like stars that judge,
Guiding steps toward a shadowed goal,
The weight of expectation, a gentle nudge,
Pushing the soul further from its own role.

The mask of acceptance, worn with ease,
Hides the struggles of a heart untold,
In the pursuit of fleeting social peace,
A story of self slowly unfolds.

Yet within the depths of silent night,
Lies the courage to stand apart,
To break the chains and claim the light,
And let authenticity fill the heart.